Chapter 58: Street Brawl

  "Xian Gu, stop right there. Come and ask me for guidance instead." Yelü Qi flashed a cold smile as she leapt forward to block the way in front of Yang Guo.

  Just now, Ye Lüqi used a wine cup as a hidden weapon. Li Mochou had already probed the depth of her opponent's skills and saw that Ye Lüqi was only twenty-five or six years old, but his internal strength was at least over twenty years old. These people are not disciples of the ancient tomb school with a cold jade bed, and they can cultivate to such an extent that they must have practiced bitterly.

  Li Mochou, if still at the top level, might have found Yelü Qi and Yang Guo's collaboration somewhat troublesome. Now that she is a super-first-rate master, she coldly laughed, shook off the dust with one stroke of her sleeve, and silver threads shot out like a net towards Yelü Qi's head.

  It wasn't until they faced each other head-on that Yelü Qi realized every move he made was being countered by Li Mochou's dust brush. He had learned the Quanzhen method, but had also modified it in many ways after learning from Zhou Botong. After a series of moves, Li Mochou deliberately revealed an opening, and when Yelü Qi stabbed his long sword past her dust brush, she used the silk threads to snatch the sword out of his hand.

  "The little one's true kung fu is not bad, but unfortunately, he's not my opponent." Snatching away Yelü Qi's long sword, Li Mochou let out a long laugh and with a turn of her foot, a cyan-colored true energy emerged from the palm of her left hand. With one slap, she struck towards Yelü Qi's chest just as he was about to counterattack with his dust-sweeping move.

  Yang Guo's true energy slightly subsided, and he jumped up with his sword sheath, stabbing and defending against Li Mochou's Five-Poison Palm. After standing still for a moment, he said in a low voice:

  "You're a wicked woman, I don't acknowledge you as my aunt anymore."

  Li Mochou had been scolded as a female demon for over a decade, from her late twenties to her early thirties. Countless people had cursed her as a female demon, but she remained unrepentant. With the duster in her hand, she attacked two men while continuing to speak without pause:

  "Yang Guo, you are now your master's man, even if I call you Shifu it's not a problem. But this 'Shibo' (senior uncle) is better not to be called, I'm afraid that in the future I will lose face. The Ancient Tomb Sect doesn't have such chaotic titles."

  Yang Guo's mind was racing, and with his extreme personality of having to avenge every grievance, Li Mochou had repeatedly provoked and insulted his beloved Xiaolongbao. Although he was furious, he restrained himself. Seeing that the wine house was not suitable for a fight, he exchanged a glance with Yelu Qi, and the two flipped over and jumped out of the window onto the street.

  Li Mochou's heart was set on it, and when she saw Yang Guo and the others leave, her toes tapped lightly as if she were a fairy descending from the dust, and she chased after them with a swish of her sleeve.

  Yang Guo and Yelü Qi's kung fu was far inferior to Li Mochou, fortunately Yang Guo had practiced part of the Nine Yin Manual, and Yelü Qi was still a disciple of Zhou Botong. This way they could barely hold their own against Li Mochou for the time being, but it seemed that these two would soon be defeated.

  "Brother Yunfeng, aren't you going to make a move?" Lu Wushuang asked Chen Yunfeng after peeking out the window and turning back.

  Chen Yunfeng had originally intended to intervene, but Yang Guo hadn't thoroughly failed yet, and he rarely lent a hand. If Li Mochou could directly kill Yelü Qi, that would be even better, and it wouldn't cause any losses for the future Beggar Clan either. He walked over to the window and gazed out, slowly pondering with a wine cup in his hand.

  "Dada Tower..."

  A sudden clatter of hooves came from one side of the street, Chen Yunfeng took a look and indeed another familiar face appeared. Guo Fu, who had not been seen for over a year, was riding on a majestic red horse, while in the sky, a pair of eagles cried out a few times before swooping down to peck at Li Mochou, who had already gained the upper hand.

  As soon as Guo Fu arrived, everyone present had different thoughts. Yang Guo saw that Guo Fu was very entangled in her heart. At this time, Guo Fu wore a big red dress and rode a big red horse, like a blazing flame that pierced the eye. Her small face, like jade, appeared delicate and lovely in the fiery redness. However, Yang Guo thought of the appearance of being bullied at that time, and his eyebrows were tightly gathered at the brow.

  However, at this time still in the battle, Yang Guo who was entangled also had to go crazy to block Li Mochou's attack. Compared to Yang Guo, Yelü Qi on the side flashed a hint of envy and greed in his eyes, which was immediately retracted. A pair of palms continued to merge with Yang Guo to block Li Mochou.

  He had thought that Li Mochou was only in her early twenties, and no matter how strong her martial arts were, she couldn't be too much older than that. Previously, when Yang Guo fought with her, it was all about technique, but when he intervened, he discovered that Li Mochou's kung fu was incredibly powerful;

  Two men and two eagles continued to attack, but Li Mochou swung her duster with ease, constantly creating more crises for her opponents. Just as Yang Guo and the others were about to fail, two fast horses rushed over from one side of the street.

  "Sweat... The two soy sauce parties are out again." Chen Yunfeng shook his head as he saw the two people on horseback.

  Two horses approached, and the two sturdy boys holding the reins patted the saddle and rushed into the chaotic circle. With this, the four people seemed to have an advantage in numbers, but they didn't cooperate with each other at all, and it was still easy for Li Mochou.

  "Hmph." Guo Fu, who had arrived earlier, drew out a short sword and jumped off the red horse to join the battle. Li Mochou saw Double Hardship and Guo Fu and immediately recognized their identities. However, with her proud and arrogant attitude, she continued to parry the attacks. The group of people exchanged several moves back and forth, and it seemed that they were about to be defeated completely.

  Chen Yunfeng shook his head constantly, the original scene appeared, but the ending was different. Li Mochou was no longer afraid of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, so Guo Fu and others were in greater danger. Just as Li Mochou's dusting brush swept towards Guo Fu and her palm slapped towards Yelü Qi, Chen Yunfeng flicked his wrist and the wine cup in his hand shot out like lightning towards Li Mochou's arm holding the dusting brush.

  Li Moyu suddenly felt a hint of danger. As an expert, intuition was always more important than perception. She hastily retreated and raised the feather duster in her hand to block upwards.

  "Bang." The wine cup exploded the moment it hit the duster, and Li Mochou, who was temporarily blocking it, was also knocked back slightly by the force of the cup. She was secretly shocked in her heart, this strength was not much different from hers, and even had a bit more masculine energy. She calculated that Guo Jing and others must have arrived, her face changed and she continuously attacked with the duster in her hand, opening up the people who were surrounding her and shouting loudly:

  "Let's go, Lingbo..."

  She sprang up and took Hong Lingbo to the southwest direction, quickly rushing away. With her ancient tomb lightness kung fu speed, in just a few blinks of an eye, Li Mochou's figure disappeared from the scene.

  "Hmph... This female demon is afraid of us and ran away. Otherwise, I would have definitely killed her." Guo Fu said coldly as she put away her short sword.

  Beside them, Da Mo Wu's face was awkward, just now they were about to be defeated, and might have even died at Li Mochou's hands. Suddenly, Li Mochou left, and before they could figure out what happened, Guo Fu started feeling smug again. Seeing the two eagles still flying away in the distance, Wu Xiuwen whistled loudly and quickly called them back.

  Yelü Qi's eyes and Yang Guo's eyes were much sharper, seeing the broken wine cup on the ground, they knew that a superior person had appeared. The two looked up and saw that Yang Guo was only slightly surprised for a moment.